Oh, That Look
“Do you know Winston?” He asked her. The crowd was gathering for the annual event. They were arriving in cars and such; some were already parked and had unloaded their gear. Others were still pulling up and parking. But of course, some folks are always early and some arrive just on time. All the cheery good mornings from here and there were to be heard all about. Winston and Sonya were somewhere in between. Dean hadn’t noticed that as soon as they saw each other they moved towards each other briskly and hugged, hugged tenderly just like old friends would after a long time unseen. If he had of seen how genuinely they meet he surely would not have asked. Their good morning was a happy one but not bubbly cheery like all the rest, as they would also partake in the cheery bubbly greetings like and with the rest of this unique group. But this was a special good morning. Now, they were old friends embracing after not seeing each other for a long time.
Responding to Dean’s question, she had that look. That unforgettable look that told a volume, more than any words could have said. Sonya just looked at Winston with that look. She looked wise. This time though she not only looked wise, but told a secret story with that look. Winston just looked back not knowing what to say, so he said nothing. They both said nothing, but they didn’t have to. It was clear they had definitely met a long time ago, and knew each other at a level much deeper than participating in these fun events.
Arduous social events like this are quite rewarding. The commonality pulls forth a bond with the group. Testing one’s mettle and will against his own person to stay up with the group ends with great personal reward. Personal reward. Group’s reward.
The chatter was loud and happy at the restaurant after completing the event. Gear back in vehicles, the time then was to relish in the day’s accomplishment. Sonya and Winston sat close to each other and got a tiny bit caught up on the last six or seven years of life as they lived it. It comforted Winston that he got to visit with her and look into those eyes of wisdom. At whatever cost, it’s worth seeing that look. A fleeting sense of sadness over “the good one that got away” didn’t linger long in his mind. After all, life is life, life is short and they were just old friends.
Responding to Dean’s question, she had that look. That unforgettable look that told a volume, more than any words could have said. Sonya just looked at Winston with that look. She looked wise. This time though she not only looked wise, but told a secret story with that look. Winston just looked back not knowing what to say, so he said nothing. They both said nothing, but they didn’t have to. It was clear they had definitely met a long time ago, and knew each other at a level much deeper than participating in these fun events.
Arduous social events like this are quite rewarding. The commonality pulls forth a bond with the group. Testing one’s mettle and will against his own person to stay up with the group ends with great personal reward. Personal reward. Group’s reward.
The chatter was loud and happy at the restaurant after completing the event. Gear back in vehicles, the time then was to relish in the day’s accomplishment. Sonya and Winston sat close to each other and got a tiny bit caught up on the last six or seven years of life as they lived it. It comforted Winston that he got to visit with her and look into those eyes of wisdom. At whatever cost, it’s worth seeing that look. A fleeting sense of sadness over “the good one that got away” didn’t linger long in his mind. After all, life is life, life is short and they were just old friends.
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